Happiness is a sunbeam, which may pass though a thousand bosoms without losing a particle of its original ray.
The only disadvantage of an honest heart is credulity.
Our erected wit maketh us to know what perfection is.
I seek no better warrant than my own, conscience.
Sin is the mother, and shame the daughter of lewdness.
It is the nature of the strong heart, that like the palm tree it strives ever upwards when it is most burdened.